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In times, we fire A shot that rings loudly, quietly, meanly A sound so clear so strong so much that it resounds with the quietude I have lived with. My heart, a mirror turned all in Reflecting and reflecting and going forever until I cannot see what has started Any of this meaning A tender slicing bit of love Bounces up and down the plexiglass, red Bouncing off each reflection, Each reflection. In wounding myself, masochistic red Soulless drops of infinity I do not hurt myself Know that I shall never hurt myself I pull and clip, snake and turn, drive Myself to reach an end I fear not; never really fear it. Hurt, pain – lif